Aye the tenderest branches within the heart
Love veins
pumping adrenaline rain
from the start
So I can breathe a little ecstasy...no more
What was then, has festered and tore
The tree within me stands shaken
It's fruitless leaves far forsaken
For what once grew anew
dissipated along with the faded morning dew
What is left when the sun has dried me up?
Left the soul rotten and forgotten until the mind begins to corrupt?
The answer is the aching sighs of seashells made...
from where emptiness lies
Do you hear them whispering?
Sounding
gentle hello
goodbyes
The volume of echoes low and paper thin
Sensitive cold long old and tapering
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